Because Professor Lockhart was lying in the university hospital under Madam Pomfrey's 'attentive' care, Valentine's Day, February 14, did not happen to many of the ridiculous things in the original book.

However, the school still made a little effort, and the little wizards who walked into the auditorium early in the morning for breakfast were surprised to find that the auditorium was surrounded by a circle of pale golden ribbons arranged by the professors, and the light blue ceiling was slowly falling with colorful confetti, and the little goddess of love with white wings was standing at the gate of the castle, smiling and giving a bright red rose to everyone who came in and out.

When Harry and Ron pretended to be nothing, and gave Hermione the roses in their hands, Hermione, whose expressions had been gloomy all night, finally smiled.

There wasn't much to say about the day, nothing could have been more striking on Valentine's Day than youthful and innocent love, and Hermione didn't say anything about studying, not even about the games and training plans when Wood came across from the courtyard when he saw Harry.

Most of the students from the third grade and above went to Hogsmeade, and the flat lawn prepared for the flying lesson was filled with young wizards in the first and second years.

After lunch, Harry and Ron decided to go to Hagrid, while Hermione went to the school hospital alone with her handmade greeting card.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Hermione hurried to the third floor of the castle and knocked on the door of a professor's office.

"Please come in--"

The sound from behind the door was tired, and Hermione didn't think much of it, just pushed the door open and walked in.

Professor Lockhart's office, where the portraits and photographs posted on the walls had been folded up and stacked in the corner, Professor Brian was sitting in Lockhart's seat, his face turned sideways to the window, and he sighed at the owls that flew in from time to time to drop letters, and there were probably one or two thousand of these letters piled up on the floor in the middle of the office!

"I never knew that Professor Lockhart would have so many fans!"

Amosta behind the desk had a toothache on his face,

"If I had known, I'd rather help Professor Snape with frog guts and slug mucus than agree to write him a reply!"

"But, aren't you a fan of Professor Lockhart, Professor Bryan, you should be aware of Professor Lockhart's influence!"

Hermione's eyes were still a little red when she came from the hospital hospital, but she couldn't help but purse her lips quietly when she saw Professor Bryan sitting there with a melancholy face.

"Don't mention this, Miss Granger!"

Amosta slammed his wand, and the thousands of letters lying on the floor formed a white tornado in midair, and then, one by one, they were stacked neatly on the floor, and when the last letter found its place, a 'letter pillar' appeared in the office that was level with the ceiling!

"I don't want to take advantage of you, Miss Granger, and I hope we'll be in time for tomorrow's dinner."

Amosta, who had been in the library's forbidden section for almost the night, rubbed her red and swollen eyes and yawned.

And so the hard work began, with Amosta and Hermione lying on either side of their desks dealing with the 'letter pillars', and to be honest, helping Lockhart reply to the letter was the most boring thing Amosta had ever encountered in years, and the content of those letters was the same, either a disgusting compliment, a request for an autograph, or a reminder...

In short, writing replies to Professor Lockhart's fans was a very boring affair, and Amosta barely left more than ten words per letter, but even so, after an hour, he couldn't stand it.

Hermione, who sat across from him, seemed to think that it was a rare honor to help Professor Lockhart write a reply, so she carefully read the contents of each letter and wrote down the reply carefully.

Time passed slowly, and after two hours, Hermione looked back at the 'letter pillar', which had been reduced by a third at most, rubbed her sore wrist, and then looked at Professor Bryan, and found that he had not replied at all, but was leaning back on the back of the soft chair and staring at the ceiling in a bored daze.

"Professor Brian, we promised Professor Lockhart to help!"

Hermione pursed her lips like Professor McGonagall, and she squealed in dissatisfaction.

So, at Hermione's urging, Amosta began to deal with the letters again, and this time, Miss Granger would raise her head every few moments to see if he was serious about 'working', which also gave Amosta no chance to be lazy.

Amosta and Hermione had settled dinner in the office, and if he wanted to save time, Brian could have ordered the house-elves to bring it directly, but in order to rest a little longer, he decided to make a trip to the auditorium himself to retrieve the food.

"Professor Brian—"

Eating, Hermione wasn't reading the letters, she chewed the steak in her mouth unhurriedly, and under the shadow of the lamp secretly with her afterglow, Professor Bryan seemed to have unfathomable magic hidden in her lilac eyes, and somehow, her heartbeat suddenly increased by a few beats,

"About that sentence you mentioned to me in the library last week--"

"Huh?"

Amosta looked down at the food on the plate, only responding in a nasal voice, and waited until he swallowed the food before he looked at Hermione, whose cheeks were a little crimson,

"Isn't that a point, Miss Granger?"

Hermione didn't speak, for she didn't know how to describe the faint loneliness in her heart, and after a while, she nodded hesitantly under Amosta's gentle gaze.

"The strong will always be lonely, Miss Granger, but life will also be lonely in the end, except for ideals and beliefs, all the people and things we meet on the road to extinction can only accompany us for a while, as long as we understand this, there is nothing to hesitate about."

Amosta's words in an indifferent tone not only failed to solve the puzzle of the little witch across the table, but caused her to fall into an even greater panic.

After supper, Amosta was in a state of utter disarray, and no matter how angry Miss Granger glared at him, he slumped in his chair and wandered around with a bored gaze.

Professor Lockhart's desk was filled with his personal books issued by different publishers, and at the bottom of the autobiographies in the upper left corner of the table were the memories of the magic that Amosta had seen by chance when he last arrived, and the manuscripts of ancient wizards researching them, to be honest, were very precious things, and Amosta himself would definitely keep them close to him, rather than littering them everywhere like Lockhart.

Although he wanted to take it out and study it, the most basic moral qualities made Amosta forcibly extinguish this plan.

Also on the right hand side of the desk was a thick stack of manuscripts, which Amosta had glanced at when he entered the office earlier, and it seemed to be Professor Lockhart's new book, entitled "A Year of Living with the Giant of Samoset"

"Tsk, hardcore!"

Out of boredom, Amosta picked up the manuscript, which was less taboo than the research manuscripts of ancient wizards.

The candlelight flickered, the cool evening breeze gently lapped the glass, and the office was silent, except for the rustle of a quill against the parchment and the flipping of the pages.

I don't know how long it took, Hermione, who was working hard, suddenly frowned, and inexplicably noticed a hint of coldness, she suddenly looked up to look for it, and after turning her gaze, she found the source of the cold, from the sneer on the corner of Amosta's mouth, who was focused on flipping through the manuscript.

"Professor--"

After some hesitation, Hermione opened her mouth and asked cautiously, "What are you looking at?" ”

"The manuscript of Professor Lockhart's new book, which records his 'unearthing' of this story, has to be said, very interesting---"

Aren't all of Professor Lockhart's books about his own experiences, and why did Professor Bryan use the word 'excavation'?

And, peeking at Professor Lockhart's intimate manuscript without permission... That's not good, Professor!

Before Hermione could ask a question, Amosta threw the manuscript on the table with a click, and there was a majesty that could not be denied in her calm voice,

"Get here today, Miss Granger, and go back to rest."

Looking at Hermione, who closed the door and looked confused, Amosta's eyes flashed with sympathy, and when Professor Lockhart was ruined, Miss Granger would probably be ashamed of the scum she once admired.

Amosta stood up and waved his wand violently, the drawers under his desk were closed, the suitcases placed on the walls were opened at the same time, and a pile of hidden manuscripts flew in front of Amosta from all directions, they stood in the air, page by page slowly reversed, showing Amosta the unknown, unforgivable secrets they had recorded.

"Hmph--"

In the middle of the night, Amosta, who had looked through all the manuscripts, snorted coldly, and he looked at the frame on the tea table, and the wizard in the frame was no longer the smiling face, but shrunk into the corner of the frame and stared at Amosta in horror, and the whole person trembled.

"A bit of guts, Professor Lockhart, impresses me--"

Amosta, who was alone in the office, chuckled and muttered.